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Warm, sticky release flooding me. And then they pulled out. But it didn’t stop. More footsteps. More hands. I was lifted onto the bed, limbs splayed. The blindfold never came off. It was worse now, in the best way. I couldn’t see their faces. Could only feel the stretch of a new cock pressing inside me. Another in my hand. Another against my lips. They used me like a ritual. One after the other. Sometimes two at once. Then three. Someone flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my hips, and spread my cheeks.

The sound of his skin slapping against mine was music to my ears. I was a wreck under him. I wanted to be used, to be broken open by his strength. I shifted, begging him for more, my voice a slurry of curses and pleas. He flipped me onto my back, pulling my legs up until my knees were pinned against my chest and he dove back in. The change in angle hit my prostate with every stroke, sending jolts of pleasure through my limbs until I was shaking.

She began to rock herself against Loreta's fingers, but Loreta pulled out her fingers and popped them into her mouth, licking the moist off them. “Spread your legs wide open, girl.” Loreta ordered Maya, bringing her head down to look at Maya's wet pussy. “I want to have a taste,” she said and swept her tongue across the warm pussy, giving it a good lick. Gently, she sucked on the clitoris. “Hmm, yummy.” Maya began pleading. “Please —” Not stopping the use of her tongue, Loreta inserted her fingers back into Maya's wide pussy again, fucking the girl ruthlessly.

I wanted to reach for him, but he was too far away and, as if that wasn’t enough, Mason increased his pace, and I was a goner. I screamed, feeling a million sensations I really couldn’t describe attacking me at once. As Mason continuously plowed into me, I gasped for air until my body couldn’t take it anymore, a scream ripping through my throat as my orgasm took me to worlds unknown. Tears slipped down my eyes from the glorious feeling. He slapped my boobs again, earning a moan instead of my initial yelp. He pulled out of me and inserted two fingers into me again. "Fuck! You’re so wet!" He pulled out his finger quickly and slammed into me with his hard cock again.

It was a bit agonizing, I felt too full, so I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away a little, but he started to pull out a little, not enough to ease my entry, and he went back in, giving short thrusts. I began to moan loudly as he began to flick my clitoris rapidly with his fingers. The strong strokes, and the loud slaps of our sexes hitting each other, were too much for me. I came quickly, my body shook as if an avalanche was coming out and meeting another one coming in from the outside, Anthony's cum.

, Valerie simply said causing Megan to squint her eyes at her. "Okay?...just okay?..nothing else", Megan asked. "What else?...it was okay. I agreed to marry that arrogant punk and he threatened me...how pathetic of him", Valerie scoffed when she remembered what transpired between her and Valentino earlier. "What!. You mean you agreed to marry him. Why did you do that, you don't even have feelings for him and aunt Avery is gonna kill you", Meg said with a loud voice "I know that and I agreed purposely, I wanted to teach Mariana a good lesson and the only way to do that is take away the only thing that makes her happy", Valerie smirked

Sean looked at her and said “I love when you show emotions it makes you look even more beautiful” Amelia smiled and felt compelled to explain, so she did. “I’m so sorry for tearing up like this, it's just that for the last 18 years, I've followed the rules, never making a conscious mistake, and always listened and silently agreed with whatever my father wanted for me; god even agreed to a forced marriage ” she laughed and then continued “I even chose to remain virgin for the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, or at least the man I imagined I would spend the rest of my life with, and just like that he decided he didn't want me anymore. I honestly don't know what I did wrong in my

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.

Victor teased her entrance with his cock, rubbing the head along her slit before thrusting in deep. The angle hit new depths, making her cry out in ecstasy. He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit, one hand spanking her ass in rhythm. "You like being fucked like this, don't you? Like a naughty little slut," he growled, the words sending shivers down her spine. Elena pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. "Harder, Victor... Fuck me the way your son could never." He obliged, gripping her hips bruisingly, his pace relentless. Sweat slicked their bodies as he reached around to rub her clit, building her to another peak.

Rissa let out a shattered cry as she began to squirt, the bedsheets soaking beneath her. Ronan didn't give her a second to breathe. He moved over her, his eyes dark with a final, fierce triumph. Using her own wetness as lube, he lined himself up at her entrance and, with one heavy, deliberate thrust, he buried his entire length inside her. Ronan began moving in and out with a slow, agonizing friction that made Rissa’s breath hitch in time with every thrust. He wanted her to feel every inch of him. After a few heavy strokes, he gripped her hips and flipped them both in one fluid motion. Now, she was the one sitting on top of him, impaled by his massive length while he laid back against the pi